“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” ― Søren Kierkegaard
Week Eight. Challenge Writing Tasks. Drafts above. Slightly less drafty drafts below. I. Using Rosenthal's Encyclopedia of a Life as mentor texts, my own memoir-driven encyclopedia entries. Mass (n.) The event every Sunday, except when it’s Saturday, where all the Hayes people I actually know pile into a pew. Our pew ( our pew because we sit there, in that back corner of a too-big church, every Sunday, except when it’s Saturday) welcomes us more than the other people sitting in the other pews. Now the Hayes people are split, they are there and I am here, and so our pew is now only their pew and my pew is on Lumpkin street, where the people are more inviting than the traditional wooden seating. Coffee shop (n.) A location of the most peaceful moments of anxiousness with papers or friends or both. Conversations are made and overheard, dimly lit by dull bulbs overhead and shining with caffeine-riddled enthusiasm. Bed (n.) A haven f...